Chapter 79 : Chapter 79

Chapter 79. The One Who Couldn't Be an Ordinary Man (2)

According to Chwipung-gae.

The man in the old story had lost his memory for a while from the day he lost his family.

Nevertheless.

He didn't know why he was alive, but the man was still alive, he said.

By just forgetting to eat and sleep for a mere month, the man, who was a martial artist, could not have reached death.

Unlike his family, who had passed away so easily, his life thread might have been too tough.

The man stood up again.

With his weakened body, he made a grave for his wife and child and buried them himself.

As his deranged mind returned, a goal had formed, he said.

“……He must have decided on revenge.”

The story of the ordinary man could not be concluded.

The man was a martial artist.

Although he had settled down and become the head of a family, he was originally a man like a beast of prey.

He was a strong beast of prey, strong enough to survive in the harsh Jianghu Murim with his own strength.

The man, who had returned to the life of a beast, drew his sword.

He decided on a path of revenge.

And he set out on the road, turning his back on the grave.

But the man could not wield his sword.

“Because he didn't know.”

The man didn't know where his sword should be pointed.

The reason was that the man was just an ordinary martial artist who had achieved a great accomplishment.

He didn't have the analytical skills to infer the opponent's martial arts and identify them from the traces left by the culprit.

He also didn't have the tracking skills to find the opponent by finding their tracks or traces.

He didn't even have the talent to collect and analyze the rumors he heard.

The man, who had not witnessed the disaster of the village, did not have the ability to identify the culprit.

Even if he did identify them, he also didn't have the ability to find them in the vast Central Plains.

Although the man had decided on revenge, he could not reach the place where his sword should be pointed.

“So the man became a beggar.”

It didn't mean that he had become penniless, but that he had become a member of the Beggar's Gang.

The man, who was merely a martial artist, had become a beggar to find the culprit he could not find on his own, to borrow the power of the Beggar's Gang, he said.

“This is the end of the old story.”

With those last words, Chwipung-gae concluded the long story.

It was an empty story, without the ending that should naturally follow an old story.

“Is that the end?”

“What then?”

Only after the meaningless exchange of questions and answers could I think of a question.

-Old man, why did you become a beggar?

That was my question, and.

-So the man became a beggar.

This was Chwipung-gae's answer.

Only then did I understand.

The reason the old story had not ended was that the story was still ongoing.

Slurp- Gulp.

“Kyah-”

Chwipung-gae began to drink again.

I could see a man full of sorrow, who had walked the path of revenge and had now grown old.

“Perhaps today is the day the village disappeared.”

Chwipung-gae said so with a calm voice.

Although Chwipung-gae had said ‘perhaps’, it would not be wrong.

After all, the man would not have forgotten that day for a single moment.

After all, he would still be unable to escape from that time and would be living in that time.

The day the village disappeared.

Since it was the day the man's wife and child had died, it could be called the anniversary of their deaths.

The jug of alcohol that Chwipung-gae had brought was for a memorial service.

Originally, the conversation that day should have ended there.

The reason was that Chwipung-gae had just told an old story, borrowing the courage of alcohol.

Because I shouldn't pry into a problem I couldn't solve and pick at his wounds.

Because that was the common sense when members of the Beggar's Gang shared each other's pain.

But…….

I decided to gather my courage.

The reason was that I knew that I would regress.

“Is that culprit the Yin Blood Divine Demon?”

I was also a three-knot beggar now.

It meant that I was a beggar who had become somewhat proficient in handling information.

It meant that I also had the ability to find out what the disappeared Chwipung-gae had been chasing.

At my impertinent question, Chwipung-gae did not give an answer.

Only after a long time.

“……You’re quite something.”

After drinking all the alcohol, Chwipung-gae just said that as he was leaving.

That day was a day when an important schedule was added to my plans after the regression.

***

Revenge is futile.

Most people agree with the above proposition.

Although the world that revolves around favor and grudge is the Jianghu Murim, isn't the Jianghu Murim also a world where people live?

It means that most martial artists also agree with the statement that revenge is futile.

Perhaps martial artists would agree more vehemently with the above proposition than ordinary people.

The reason is that for most ordinary people, the word revenge is nothing more than an abstract concept, but for martial artists, revenge is generally an experience with a physical form.

The beginning of revenge is different for everyone.

The process of revenge is also different for everyone.

But the end of revenge is usually similar.

Either killing the enemy and finally achieving revenge, or becoming one of the victims who also lost their lives to the enemy.

That is the end of revenge.

If you just talk about the end, it's futile, so you can look at the lives of those who have achieved revenge.

Achieving revenge means that you have finally destroyed your enemy.

It also means that his life is still going on.

Although it's not a common occurrence, looking back on the long history of the Jianghu Murim, there have been quite a few people who have achieved that revenge.

Therefore, many martial artists were able to see and hear the subsequent lives of those who had finally achieved revenge, and were able to draw a conclusion.

That is the conclusion that revenge is futile.

There would be many reasons if you were to look for them, but it can be summed up with a single question.

-After achieving revenge, has anyone ever become happy?

No one had ever answered ‘yes’ to this question, which was said to have been asked by a deceased person.

Since no one had ever found a counterexample until now, it could be said that the proposition that revenge is futile is close to the truth.

I erased the image of the seven-knot elder Chwipung-gae that I missed.

Then, I saw the six-knot old beggar Chwipung-gae in front of me.

His eyes were blazing like flames.

“Did you say you would catch the Yin Blood Divine Demon?”

“Yes.”

“You're saying that knowing he is my enemy, right?”

“That is also, correct.”

It was not Chwipung-gae who had given up on revenge and became a seven-knot elder, but Chwipung-gae who was still biding his time for revenge who was in front of me.

It was the Chwipung-gae who always guarded the entrance of the Beggar's Gang headquarters, in case information about the culprit might arrive.

He was burning with revenge like a dry, withered leaf.

I met Chwipung-gae's gaze.

He knew, and I knew.

The fact that now that we had met each other's gaze perfectly, we could not deceive each other.

“I won't ask how you know that fact.”

Since that was not an important matter to him, the information dealer Chwipung-gae even gave up his own instinct.

“If you catch the Yin Blood Divine Demon for me, I will give you my everything.”

There was just a man who had become an incarnation of revenge in front of me.

I gauged his mental image with the discernment I had trained with Chwipung-gae.

No, I didn't even need to gauge it.

“I beg of you.”

The reason was that Chwipung-gae, with a desperate look, had bowed his head in front of me.

Even without reading it, I could know his mental image.

That's right.

Perhaps revenge was futile.

I also generally agreed with that proposition.

Since countless cases proved that fact, it was something that could not be denied.

But.

In the presence of a man who had buried his wife and child in his heart, could there be anyone who could say that revenge was futile?

At least I, could not say so.

“I will help your revenge.”

I could not stop Chwipung-gae.

“Soon, you will achieve your wish.”

Just helping his revenge, fulfilling the revenge of Chwipung-gae that he could not achieve in his past life, would be the best way I could repay his favor.

I captured Chwipung-gae with my trembling gaze.

Perhaps he would become unhappy like other ordinary men after his revenge was over.

Nevertheless, I hoped that he would be happy after his revenge was over.

I sincerely did.

That he could once again, become an ordinary man.

***

Divine Demon.

It was a title that referred to the supreme position, of which there were only five, located below the one and only Heavenly Demon in the vast Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

To accurately express the position of a Divine Demon, it would be said to be a rank second only to one person and above ten thousand people.

The reason was that the sole supreme being of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, the Heavenly Demon Seol Cheon-sang, was the first, and his right-hand man, the Chief Strategist of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, Mashintong Wisu, was the second.

Although Divine Demon was a name established by rank, it was also a word that symbolized the strongest master of the five families that had been with the history of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, the Five Great Demonic Families.

The Ghost Spirit Seol Clan.

The Great Force Jang Clan.

The Exploding Mountain No Clan.

The Soaring Shadow Ma Clan.

The Crimson Fang Goru Clan.

These five families were collectively called the Five Great Demonic Families, and the strongest masters of these families have been revered as the Five Great Divine Demons.

The Ghost Spirit Divine Demon, the Great Force Divine Demon, the Exploding Mountain Divine Demon, the Soaring Shadow Divine Demon, and the Crimson Fang Divine Demon were them.

Although the Five Great Demonic Families were all equal, since the current Heavenly Demon Seol Cheon-sang was born from the Ghost Spirit Seol Clan, it could be said that the prestige of the Ghost Spirit Seol Clan was the strongest in the Demonic Cult.

This was about the extent of the information about the Divine Demons that Myeong-gae knew during his Beggar's Gang days.

Myeong-gae of the Secret Pavilion came to know more about the Divine Demons and the Five Great Demonic Families.

The reason was that through the Great War of Righteousness and Evil, the righteous Murim had directly experienced the Demonic Cult, so information about the faces of the Five Great Demonic Families and the Divine Demons was continuously added.

The reason was that among the beings that the alliance members fought against directly with their swords, there were some martial artists belonging to the Five Great Demonic Families, and at their forefront, the Divine Demons were always positioned as if they were the generals of the battlefield.

-Myeong-gae, which of the Five Great Demonic Families do you hate the most?

-What's the meaning of discussing likes and dislikes on the battlefield?

-Still, isn't there a place you hate more?

-I suppose, the Crimson Fang fellows are the most distasteful.

-I suppose so……?

For the Murim Alliance members, the beings of the Demonic Cult were inherently objects of repulsion, and now that they were at war, it was only natural that they would be disliked, but there was a particularly difficult battlefield.

And I remember that the Crimson Fang Goru Clan fellows were always there.

The reason was.

Crimson Fang.

As befitting their name, which meant Crimson Fang, those crazy bastards really did drink their opponents' blood.

The head of the Crimson Fang Goru Clan.

The Crimson Fang Divine Demon, Goru Gwang.

Chwipung-gae's enemy had such a name.

***

The edge of Gansu Province.

A group of people were moving along the ridge of a rugged mountain where there could be no human presence.

Tat!

Their forms, unrestricted by the darkness that had descended upon the world and the rugged mountain terrain, were truly ethereal, so crossing one mountain was a matter of moments.

“Clan Head.”

“What is it?”

A subordinate caught up to the man with a harsh impression who was running at the front.

“If we cross that mountain range, it will be Shaanxi.”

“So what?”

When the man called the Clan Head expressed a question, the subordinate increased his speed and shot to the front, blocking the path of the group.

Then, he bowed deeply from the waist and showed his respect.

“Please forgive my disloyalty.”

The man called the Clan Head smiled at the subordinate's loyal appearance.

“Speak.”

The subordinate who had blocked the group opened his mouth, as if having gained confidence from that.

“If we cross that mountain range, we will reach Shaanxi. It is a place where the forces of the righteous faction are strong, so it is not right to step into Shaanxi with just this number of people. I am offering my loyal advice for the safety of the Clan Head, so please forgive my disloyalty once again.”

The Clan Head's smile as he looked at such a loyal subordinate had become twisted, and the expressions of the subordinates following behind had hardened.

“I know your loyalty.”

“Thank you…….”

The subordinate who was responding to the Clan Head's praise could not finish his words.

Puk!

“Keok…….”

The reason was that the Clan Head's index finger had pierced the subordinate's temple area.

“I know your loyalty, so just become my nourishment.”

Thud.

Since he had been pierced in the solar plexus, one of the fatal vital points, the subordinate passed away without even being able to let out a proper death rattle.

“Hmm.”

The Clan Head licked the blood that had come out on his index finger.

“As expected, this one doesn't taste very good.”

The Clan Head, who had said so, captured the corpse of the dead subordinate in his gaze, and his Adam's apple bobbed once as if he were swallowing his saliva.

“Still, I can't waste precious blood.”

The Clan Head, who had said so, covered the face of the dead subordinate with his hand.

A red energy gathered in his hand.

Suuuk-

As if pulling out a soul, he plundered the remaining essence in the subordinate's corpse.

Jjeojeok-

At the same time, the subordinate's corpse, where even rigor mortis had not set in, became as hard as a dead tree.

It was a trace of the Yin Blood Demonic Art, which could be called the unique martial art of the Crimson Fang Goru Clan, which occupied one of the positions of the Five Great Demonic Families.

The Yin Blood Demonic Art.

To put it differently, it was a demonic art that followed the lineage of the martial art that many Jianghu people called the Energy-Draining Grand Art and treated as a taboo.

“Are there any other bastards who oppose?”

The man called the Clan Head, the Crimson Fang Divine Demon Goru Gwang, asked so, capturing his subordinates in his eyes.

Naturally, in a situation like the present, there were no foolish people left who would throw away their lives like blades of grass.

“Then let's go.”

When the Crimson Fang Divine Demon Goru Gwang moved his steps again, the subordinates followed behind him without a word.

The fallen leaves scattering in the night wind covered the corpse of the dead subordinate.

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